COME ON EILEEN

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Broke a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along, who'd blame them?
Now you're grown, so grown and I must say more then ever
Toora loora toora loo-rye-ay
And we'll sing just like our fathers...

Come on Eileen oh I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts (I confess)
Verge on dirty
Come on Eileen

These people round here wear sunken down eyes
Stuck in smoke dried faces so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, not us
We are far too young and clever
Toora...
Eileen I'll hum this tune forever

Come on Eileen oh I swear (what he means)
Oh come on let's take off everything
That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)
oh come on let's, oh come on Eileen
That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)
Oh come on let's, oh come on Eileen

You're grown, so grown
Now I must say more than ever, things round here will change...